Fear

Well I have talked much about my travels and adventures not only on my blog but to individual people such as family friends and even people who I have met over here.  It is nice to see people being so supportive and happy for me.  I also suspect many of being secretly envious of my travels.
I confess I have been filtering out much of the less thrilling or less tell-able stories.  There is also the fact that I am usually tense every day whether it is managing money, making sure I have a place to sleep, or making sure I have another meal that I can put in my stomach.  There is also the fact that I can be totally alone yet surrounded by people every day.  That said I wouldn't want to be stranded with any other people.  I have found backpackers to be some of the most friendly and giving people in the world despite them having almost nothing but what is on their back, on their plate and underneath their head.

Keep On Movin On

Noosa is such an amazing place and I'm sure that I will come back here eventually but I have recently lost my glassie job and I must now move on.
In a few ways this is good and in others it is bad.  It is good because after looking for a job and not finding one anywhere in the area asked around and apparently it is incredibly hard to get a job in this are because everyone wants to work and live here.  So after looking tirelessly I decided that I would try again to work in Brisbane.  So the good is that now I am going to Brisbane and can be financially steady.
There is the bad that I no longer can no longer stay in Noosa for free.  The good is that I didn't pay for a single day to stay here and I still have a few days left.  I paid for staying here only using vouchers and the work for accommodation.
The bad is that I have lost my job and the accommodation that came with it.  The good is that I lost a really crappy job that didn't pay that well.

The guy who fired me was the same guy who hired me.  Named "Joep" pronounced "Joe" he is a really nice guy.  He was obviously uncomfortable with firing me so I didn't make it any harder for him than it needed to be.  He explained that I was let go because I skipped a few hours early on in my employment which was true.  But in my defence; Getting used to a new sleep schedule at a literal moments notice was not easy for me.  That lost me my job along with the shift in ownership here at the Noosa Nomads hostel.
By the way I do mean that the hour I was offered work for accommodation here was the same hour I started training for my job.  That "literal" was quite literal.

Anyways I optimistically am looking forward to my stay in Brisbane.  I was told that there is a man at the hostel I will be staying in who's job it is to find backpackers jobs.  I will get a job in Brisbane.

Where I got the "Keep On Movin On" title.  (By the Spoons)

Independent Job!

So after extensive searches I came across a guy by the name of Henry who had a job that I could work.  I sent my application and a little letter explaining that I "Love construction work!".  He then sent a reply explaining that his add was about  4 months old... BUT he did have a small job that I could do. It would be $100 for 5 hours work and it didn't conflict with my glassy job.  

So yesterday he picked me up at my hostel and we drove about 10 minutes to his giant shack next to his tiny bribes house.  He worked along with me which was nice.  It made the work feel much faster.  As we worked he explained that we would be working on multiple pedestals for displaying his wife's jewelry.  I sanded the pedestals I painted the pedestals then we got rid of some scrap wood that he had.  Easy money.  

At the end of the day as he was driving me back he offered me another job on Friday that would be just painting the pedestals and getting rid of more scrap.  I happily took him up on his offer.  

So I am working a paying job but i still don't have a job.  

Oh and it rained today. Which was nice.  

Victims of the Boot

Despite my room not being pleasant and clean everyday like a typical hostel stayer would expect, my room does have a lot of nice things.  We have a toaster, a restroom, two showers, to fridges and a electronic kettle.  In addition we have two tables, a few milk crate (that act as chairs) and 3 couches.  This spot is great for people to socialize.  And that's what many people do.  Some are my roommates, there are other people that stay in the hostel and even a few young adults from town, they all hang out in that spot.  Many of them out there smoke cigarettes and weed as well as drink.  But during the night they can get kind of rowdy.  They talk, they laugh and they wake others up (not me, I'm working at that time).  So they rudely awakened tell management the management tells security and security tell the people outside my room to get out.  That is how 3 of the people in my room and a few people in other rooms were kicked out over the course of two days.  It wasn't as bad in the past, but this hostel now has a new owner and he has a no faffing about policy.  One of the people in my room was kicked out just because his bosses friend didn't like him.  Many of the people in my room are leaving because of the new rules put in place because of this new management.  He is taking away many of the perks that this job has.  It is weird having a half empty room.  

It is also quite scary.  Imagine being told on a days notice that you can no longer sleep in your bed that you have been resting on.  The hostel is also fully booked for the next few weeks.  Meaning if I were to be kicked out, I would have less than 16 hours to find another place to sleep, find a way to get there and then get to that location.  I'm not going to lie; I could do it.  It can be done, but that would also mean an immense amount of stress in that short period.  Also all of the jobs that I spent time applying to would be void because I would not be able to work them being so far away.  

I don't like to think about this too much. It stresses me out.  I hope you guys don' mind me using this blog as a public diary of sorts.

 

Advice

I got some advice from an Australian in my room who apparently used to work in a recruitment office.  He says that he used to get hundreds of online applications for jobs and he would just toss them out one after another.  He told me that if I really wanted to get a job then I should hand in a resume TO the manager him (or her)-self.  He told me that those are the only ones that they would ever look at because it was in there hands.  He also told me to sell myself in the first 10 words or else the chances for my resume getting canned were very high.  He took one look at my resume and said "Your name should be bigger, and so should your phone number.  Also make sure to get a sharpie and highlight those two things too".
I'm still looking for a reliable job here.  I have this glassie gig but I've been seeing my peers drop like flies.  Most of them are noisy drinkers and pothead.  That's pretty much the reason they are canned and then curbed.  Even though I'm not like them I could still be accused of doing such and them be kicked out.
Goal #1: Find a job
Goal #2: Find an apartment
Goal #3: Find a job to pay for the apartment

Work for Accomidation

The guy who checked me in at this Nomad hostel in Noosa was very friendly and I talked to him telling him that I was looking for a job.  He told me about a few local places that might be looking for work.  I'm still looking around but in the meantime he offered me a two week position for work at this hostel.  

This was perfect. I could look for work and not waist money staying on the same place.  So I took him up on being a "Glassie".  It isn't the most glorious job.  I work 3 hours from 10 to 1 each night and I get free accommodation.  

Job

Job hunting is the worst, especially when you have no experience in the matter.  I have heard much advice from any of the people I have met in the hostel as well as the community.
Speaking of the community, the people here are very nice.  There is a great bakery with a sweet old lady in it who still seems very active for her age as well as a thrift shop with a woman working reception that I could talk to for hours about everything, and finally the mango vendor down the road is the most awesome of all.  He had countless tenacious tattoos and a great sense of humor.

The new staff room that I just moved into is pretty cramped but I kind of expected that from people who have been staying here for so long.  The room has a totally different feel from the rest of the rooms that I have been staying in.  Many of my new roommates have their stuff strewn about, not to the degree that you would think, it is just hard to find my own space among the rest of what is there.

Fraser Island

I just got back from a place called Fraser Island. The largest sand island in the entire world.  When they present it as the largest sand island ever they really mean it.  We ha to drive 4x4 down this stretch of beach that seemed to go on forever.  Oh yea. That's right I got to drive a gas glugger on a sand island.  

The bad of it: I didn't rent a sleeping bag for the night so the first night I was freezing and had to take a sleeping pill to knock myself out.  The next night was fine though.  There are these tiny flies that get everywhere that they call poo flies.  The gross little guys would land all over your skin and when you smacked them you got a pleasant squishy thing on your neck.  They totally filled the bathroom at night making it impossible to even walk in there without feeling uncomfortable.  And the toilets were just awful.  

The good of it:  There are just so many amazing sights accosts the beach.  There was plenty of jungle  and a few fresh eater lakes despite the fact it was on sand.  It is just a great example of how nature prevails. Also the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere was very relaxing.  My second night I just sat under the stars and looked out into the vast night sky.  It was amazing how many stars one can see without any light pollution.  Speaking of nighttime I impressed everyone with my dancing.  

In past years I would just crank the speakers in my house while everyone was out and dance.  I just took that and applied it to some crappy pop music.  

I also met a non-backpacker named Nick who is in the Australian soldier.  Just one of the coolest guys I have ever met.  And I know it feels a little creepy but I honestly saw him as an older brother for the short time we were on the island.  

After Fraser I was just totally wonked out and burned from tannin in he sun for.a little too long.  I just got back to Rainbow beach Hostel and passed out.  

Today I arrived at Noosa.  I have to say that this place is beautiful.  I was originally thinking of going to Brisbane and starting work there but Noosa is just so nice that I might just start work here.